Bombardino Coccodrillo's Pasta Heist

Bombardino Coccodrillo broke into my kitchen at precisely 3:17 AM, under the cloak

of night. TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR! PORCO DIO THE SPAGHETTI!

He tore into the pasta with his bare hands, a whirlwind of noodles and sauce,

launching tomatoes across the entire kitchen. Then, with sauce-covered hands and wild abandon,

he performed a bewildering, chaotic dance atop the kitchen table. A final flash

of movement, and my prized garlic bread vanished from the counter, along with Bombardino

himself. My very essence feels diminished; my spirit broken. My aura is

now a chilling - 500. Utterly devastated.